I grew up a Demon. The boys looked tough in their red, white and black uniforms and we had a strong team that, in my teenage imagination, I was sure struck fear into the hearts of the opponents.
Tonight, I’m putting on my purple and gold and will be cheering on the Lambkins. Honestly, it took me a while to get past that mascot, but time and again, win or lose, I have seem the teams, the cheerleaders, the coaches, the staff, the parents and (usually) the fans display pride and great sportsmanship. There’s just something about a team that “walks quietly but carries a big stick.”
So, once again, I’ll be sitting on the sidelines screaming for my favorite team to kick some… booty!!
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